dude, i have no idea....if anyone knows, please fill me in. all i know is we never made it out of the frisbee house last night, and i apparently passed out on the porch, while ben hid my shoes. this morning, still drunk, i wanted to go for a dryer ride but couldn't fit... king kharl, rachel, how'd you do it? then rose (is hot (my nickname is thunderbolt)) and i walked over to springfest to be drunk there, get rained on, and keep a few tents from flying away, then got stuck because neither of us felt like walking anymore....so that phone call at 10am was probably rose (is hot (my nickname is thunderbolt))!!:o)
anyway last night's details are fuzzy...somehow i don't think we made it to the fountain at 1:51 to swim though._________________Older men declare war, but it is youth that must fight and die.
--Herbert Hoover (1st Quaker president)

What do you mean you couldn't fit inside the dryer? You are so small it should be fairly simple. Were you just afraid and didn't try very hard or what? We'll get you in one tonight at JC's if they have one.

im really proud of this poem, so im posting it here too, 151 stimulates creativity iguess, goodnight_________________“The only reason a great many American families don't own an elephant is that they have never been offered an elephant for a dollar down and easy weekly payments.” - Mad Mag